…planning my escape
A work in progress
Categories: Thoughts

It’s raining outside so the morning hill ride was scrapped. The ceiling is dripping water in more than one spot. Dirty dishes are in the sink. Assorted clutter is everywhere. I need a new distraction. “Hey Billy, why don’t you teach me how to play chess?” In my book, if you can play chess you must be smart right? I need to be considered smart, therefore I need to learn how to play. I now have a headache. All of my preconceived notions about board games don’t apply here. I keep forgetting that I can move backwards. It’s not necessarily a sign of retreat. I have got to take risks in order to learn, but I am afraid of making a mistake. This sounds familiar. I am jealous of Billy’s ability to see moves down the road. Just keep it simple I tell him. Its more than enough for me just to see how each piece moves. SLIDE IT! I need to see how it moves. Moving it in the air seems like hocus pocus. I am finding this game very difficult. I need a method. A recipe to learn. Maybe some opening moves. The only problem is that you can’t predict what you opponent will do. I relish the day when I can play with intuition. To be able to look at the pieces on the board and instantly make the move. Chess really is a metafor for life. I haven’t mastered that yet either.


1 Comment to “Chess”

  1. jade says:

    metafor? hehe I don’t know how to play either. you can play me when you come out because both of us will be equally hopeless

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